Prolouge
180 Words
I pulled her to towards me while grabbing her shirt collar. She got startled by this and looked at me with her wide scared Eyes.
Her tears brimming eyes look at me horrified.
"I don't wanna listen any of your excuses. Keep all your fake s**t with yourself. And by the end of the day, I want this file perfectly clean in new prints on my table." I said in a deadly clam voice.
"Am I clear?" I yelled on her and shook her by still holding her from her collar. Her few shirt buttons broke down giving me perfect view of her exposed milky chest.
I pushed her and she stumbled and fell on the floor. Her whole face was completely red and her clothes get disheavel from wrong places. And all credit goes to me!!
Tears started flowing from her eyes as she was looking here and there on the floor, like she is trying to sort out if all this happening is real or not.
Fuck!! I know she is on her edge now.
Why can't she just push me or yell on me??
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